Lady writer on the TV Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Lady Writer on

I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard baby, but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come

I drive away from your house, chasin' butterflies out Girl, I don't know how you do it Roll the radio down, say "I love you" out loud Man, I think I'm 'bout to lose it Ain't my thing to jump the gun, But I called my dad and said "She's the one" Said

Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me Up on a high like I'm walking on clouds Baby, tonight I don't wanna come down You're up on your high heels, you're up on the

Shine down, don't take it away from me, no And I know you know how, yeah It's taken forever to get me off the ground Oh, shine down But I still believe in immortal love Shine down, just give me a chance to feel it So tired sleeping through the day

We don't run I'm standing my ground And we don't back down Bless each tear and this dirt I was born in (run) We don't run, we don't run I'm not afraid of burning bridges 'Cause I know they're gonna light my way Like a Phoenix, from the ashes Welcome to

I come so you can know me I'm here to make you proud I come to wreck and guide you You know I'm coming for you Cause I got nothing to lose And now I'm still on my way for the pay Come closer inside There's something I need you to see It's just a picture

I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong Savage and an angel, we call out in tantrum Glad I kept on your throat, we would rather turn down And I think she bankrupt Breathe, breathe I need it, I'm a mess, now Skin on you is always

If you wanna get down, throw another touchdown Get back to the corner, get slewed couple rounds I'm still in the B-Town, I'm still in downtown I'm in the B's, yeah Know just by the way that you talk I can tell there's something in you, hoe Look at me

You better pray that there's Another way out You better pray that Someones listening now (Doesn't matter what you got) 'Cause when you lie like The devil himself No angels gonna hear your Cry for help!